Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Sail came out of the bathroom and found Galvin sitting on her bed. Everything inside told him he should leave because they crossed a line, one she’d firmly put in place.
“What time do you have to work?”
“Nine,” he told her.
She glanced at the spot next to her on her full-sized bed. “I’m still a bit tired if you want to stay.”
Sail nodded as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants to the floor. He kicked them off and went toward her. Each step he took, she moved backward until she had laid back on the bed and he hovered over her.
“Do you want to sleep?”
She shook her head slowly.
“Can I touch you, Galvin? I want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me.”
Galvin nodded.
Sail sat back on his knees and gripped the top of her yoga pants. She gave him another nod and he pull them and her panties off with one fell swoop.
Fuck, she was glistening. And his erection of was back. He palmed his dick, giving it a hard squeeze in a weak effort to tell it to calm down. Sail wanted to be inside of her, but that would have to wait until she was ready.
He picked her foot up and kissed her instep, ankle, and moved his way up her thigh, stopping before he got too far, and then started over on her other leg. Galvin squirmed and hooked her foot around his back, in a forcible effort to bring him closer to where she wanted him.
“No sex, right?”
“Right,” said pointedly.
“But I can touch you?”
“Yes, please,” she mewled.
“Can I taste you?”
“God, yes,” she whimpered.
Sail gave her a satisfying grin. He didn’t want to be a pirate and plunder her off the bat. She deserved better. He massaged her thighs, his thumbs ghosting over her lips with each pass, which he found drove her a bit wild. He in turn, almost came in his briefs when he parted her lips and could see how ready she was for him.
“Take your boxers off,” she demanded.
He didn’t have to be told again and ripped them off as quickly as possible. Galvin reached for him, stroking his cock again. His eyes rolled back, and his mind said fuck it. Sail dipped his middle finger between her folds, moving it in and out.
Sail didn’t know who or what to watch. If he watched his finger fuck the place he wanted to be, he’d likely blow another load faster than he wanted. But, if he watched Galvin, he was surely to blow.
There were other things he could do to keep his mind occupied. “Take your shirt off,” he demanded and then immediately regretted not asking her.
She did and tossed it onto the floor. Without hesitation, he latched onto one of the breasts he’d admired for weeks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Galvin. And I’m so fucking lucky,” he said as he went to the other breast. She squirmed under him, her hand stroking, and her legs widening even though he had moved to the side. If he settled there, they’d be in trouble.
When he added a second finger, she cried out and begged him more.
Who was he to deny her.
Sail moved down her body until his mouth found her nub. And then he worked his magic.
At least, he hoped this would be her most magical moment to date.
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She once again found herself in a stupor, albeit a happy one. The events from earlier still replayed in her mind like a live action movie only the things that transpired between her and Sail were mind blowing. Sail had done things to her body no other man had come close to. Galvin thought, after Sail left to run home, shower, and go to work, she’d regret their moments of bliss, she felt nothing but elation. He’d left her more than satisfied with promises of more later.
Later had been the term she used. She wanted to sleep with him, make love or have sex—whatever the appropriate term was these days—despite knowing nothing good would come from starting a relationship with him. They were on different paths. He still needed to finish college and she had three years of law school a head of her.
It was right then, reality hit her like a ton of bricks. Not only were they headed in different directions, but there was a slight age difference between them. She’d already finished undergrad and had a year off. Sail had at least another year in Miami. If not more. He’d told her about the trouble he’d gotten himself into, and while he partied there, she hadn’t seen him do anything of the sort in Seaport. Granted, they weren’t together twenty-four-seven. Although, pretty damn close.
Galvin was confident Sail wasn’t doing anything untold when they weren’t together. Not that it would be untold since she told him they’d never be anything more than friends.